A few weeks went by after my call with Adam, and I was finally a healed besides a sore wrist. Later today, I would start work at Starbucks again, and I felt nervous about facing my judgmental co-workers.
Adam hadn't spoken to me since the call, and I was worried he had officially left me, before even really being with me.
More weeks passed with nothing from Adam.
I was tense. Really tense. For the past weeks I'd been on the edge of my seat, waiting for him to call or text or anything.
While I worried, I worked, more hours than I should've medically. I never really realized how tiring and strength draining making coffee was until I came home the first day back, flopping onto my bed and immediately closing my eyes.
I was at work, making a carmel mocha frappé for someone named "Tristan", and while I worked I could feel someone's eyes on me. I finished blending the drink and turned to meet the deep emerald orbs that were set intently on me.
As I stared right back at him, lost in his forest green eyes, I said to no one in particular, "Carmel mocha frap for Tristan!"
"That's me," the boy raised his hand up and smiled a lopsided smile.
"Here you are then," I bit my lip, handing him the coffee.
"Mind writing your number on it, love?" he said, his voice full of what I recognized as hope.
"I wouldn't mind at all."
I don't know what came over me, the need for someone was strong at this point and I didn't see Adam being that someone anymore. Adam didn't even cross my mind.
Tristan handed the coffee back to me, as I grabbed the sharpie next to the cups, and messily scrawled my number across it.
"Thanks, babe," he flashed me another smile and winked, walking out.
I finished work a few hours later, and was sprawled on my couch, reading a mystery novel and spooning Ben and Jerry's into my mouth.
My phone began playing Counting Stars, and I looked at the caller ID, seeing an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Tristan..the guy from Starbucks. By the way, I never caught your name."
"Jennifer. But call me Jen."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, anyways, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out sometime?" Tristan charmed me even through the phone.
"Sure, like where?" I asked.
"Well, maybe Saturday we could just go through the town together?"
"Sounds good," I paused, "hey, what's my contact in your phone if you didn't know my name?"
"I specifically put Beautiful Eyes, because I got lost in them when I first met you."
My heart practically melted as I stuttered, "You're a charmer, aren't you?"
"I try," he was smirking through the phone.
"You succeed."
"Thanks, love. I'll call or text you tomorrow, enjoy your night, Beautiful Eyes."
I said my goodbye and hung up the phone;
Looked like I had a date.
The next day whizzed by, and it was over in a flash. I woke up Saturday morning to a call from Tristan, telling me he'd be by to come get me in an hour.
I raced to the bathroom, skidding on the slippery tile, and turned the hot water on. Jumping in the shower, the scalding water burned my skin, before I got used to it. I lazily ran a razor over my legs and washed my hair. I got out, brushed my teeth and hair out then dried my hair, not being happy with it, so shoving it together into a messy braid.
I applied minimal makeup, light gloss a bit of eyeliner to bring out my round blue eyes and mascara, then put on my Nirvana tank that came to just above my belly button, and put a plaid shirt over that, and finally pulled on my light washed skinny jeans with a few rips.
Before the clock hit eleven forty five, I laced up my combat boots, tying my outfit together. I sat on the couch and debated whether to use the last fifteen minutes to eat a little breakfast, finally deciding for it. I took a yogurt out of my fridge and a metal spoon out of the cabinet, eating it slowly to waste time.
It was finally time and Tristan texted saying he was outside, so I ran down the apartment stairs and met him outside.
He looked great in fitted dark jeans, also a plaid shirt, a matching beanie and converse. His brownish blonde hair was pushed to the side and up in a quiff at the same time, making his bright green eyes noticeable.
"Hey there, Beautiful Eyes," he took my arm, and laced it through his.
I smiled and greeted him, soon walking around town and making small chat with him about his job, where he lived and other things.
I was glancing around town, when my eyes landed on a familiar brown haired, brown eyed, skinny but muscular guy. Right as I pulled my eyes off him, his eyes met mine, burning a hole in mine. I looked at him, at my arm woven through Tristan's and back at him. This looked totally bad to a guy that I thought I'd fallen for a few weeks ago.
Before I could stop myself, my mouth shouted across the street to him, "Hey, Adam!"
As soon as the name left my mouth, I realized.
Biggest mistake in my life.
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